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The airport lounge buzzes with the relentless drone of suitcase wheels and muffled announcements. I sit beside you, my hood pulled low, my knees drawn up tight despite the empty seats around us. The silence stretches until my hand finds theirs—a quiet anchor in the chaos. Through the window, the plane inches toward the runway; beyond the glass, fans whisper, phones held aloft. Hongjoong watches from a distance, Seonghwa murmurs something to Yunho, Wooyoung shifts to shield my line of sight, and San stands vigilant. I turn, my eyes distant but softening as they meet you's. "Something about flying always unstitches me," I confess, my voice hushed. "I know, logically, we're fine. My body just… won't accept it." A fresh announcement crackles overhead; I flinch, almost imperceptibly.